The thought that I might possibly not have gone to Morocco and collected my Moroccan Souvenirs is atrocious.
I hate to be rushed when travelling. “Slow Travel” should be our blog motto.
This addiction to slow and unhurried travel made me doubt our ability to squeeze Morocco into the already packed Two Month Itinerary of Spain and (Lisbon) Portugal.
Morocco was my dream for more than forty years.
Would Marty embrace Morocco with me?
Would we have enough time to go to my beloved Morocco?
To cut a long story short, we went and he did.
We both loved the adventure that is Morocco.
On our last night in Essaouira, down at the port taking photos of yet another fantastic sunset, watching promenading people and swooping seagulls, I spotted a lonely fisherman selling caps from a wooden cart.
The cart stood beside the cleanest squat toilet in the world, where the attendant had a green coat and enough cleaning products to make the fussiest housewife proud.
I wanted one last reminder of Essaouira – a final Moroccan Souvenir.
I had noticed retired fishermen knitting caps in the streets for days. Sitting on the battlements, lounging against walls, standing by their carts – knitting caps.
Eventually with both the Fisherman and Marty smiling indulgently, two were purchased.
Even though I didn’t know the true purpose of the caps, I had to have them.
Expertly made from chunky, coarse and greasy wool, the inside was as beautiful as the exterior, due to the expertly joined colours.
Back at home in Australia, they posed awkwardly around the house, one of the few things I had bothered to unpack!
They filled with knick knacks, they sat here and they sat there, but they did not look right.
Then tomatoes started ripening in the garden. Pale yellow, dark red, perfectly round, misshapen, tiny and fat. They accumulated in disarray, until my eyes settled on an ideal tomato container.
So attractive and sturdy, yet flexible and breathable.
My last minute Moroccan Souvenir – the two Fishermans Caps.
They happily stored ripening tomatoes on the kitchen bench, before shifting to the shelf in the fridge.
The best tomato storers in the world and they look right at home.
Moroccan Souvenirs – Fishermans Caps from Essaouria and plate from Safi, north of Essaouira.
In Tropical North Queensland, Rainbow Lorikeets squawk in Golden Pendas and White Cockatoos screech from the branches of our old dead tree.
But my heart is smiling joyously…
at the sounds of monster seagulls wheeling above the port town of Essaouria Morocco and a lone fisherman selling caps.
Does your heart smile at your souvenirs?